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Seize The Year Before Last
Write on the bathroom wall this: / Diligence is probably slaying rebellion / Dreaming comes out of an atomic bomb
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Artistic Bulimia
As a child I would eat crayons and then purge oceans onto paper.
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Unknown Reasons
** / I'm thoughtfully watching joyous pupils viciously coming across girlish phantoms. / Meanwhile you are watching me satanically bounding through fields of flaming stimulations, while riding on hope that depends on productivity. I won't ever find it. Productivity that is.
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The Worlds Coracle
Sinking like a carelessly cosmic ****** on the 4th of J-U-L-Y, while a distressed young mountain lion lies on your feet. / Watch out for the cautious rubber shark inside the lines. It'd be something like Frank Zappa stuck on a deserted island with a dealer of his liking or disdain. / I believe in outlandish crazy industrialists in the distance between here and nowhere.
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It's like this and like that and like this and a....
How do you feel about this and that? / A cockroach stealing your children's dreams of a bright and peaceful future? / Watching a mongoloid getting backhanded by a ********** with a heart of gold?
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Hittin' the bottle
** / This message in the bottle is my sleek way of stuffin' that good ole old crow full throttle, and it's lingering swagger back into my obvious nothin'. Now I'll never be a pre-teen model. / My grip to the bottle is furious followed by a sincere pen to the paper, new headlines feature my naughty by nature, marked **** quiet styled lyricist, kickin' back with words of a dark sided linguist. I'd insist just blowing smoke up that *** but I'm dead fuckin' serious. I need to be reassured that the message in the bottle does IN FACT exist.**
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Lay the lye down
***Always with the separate rooms, same separate landlocked pontoons. Another follow up, billow of rank stank air, stale like the calming still of shell shocked monsoons, into the deep dark abyss I stare- / Heightens my senses, that still begotten presence of quarantined ill begotten dimensions, left stark and in the dark with nothing but the whistling of our declining pensions- / Repentance ask it of yourself, there's always an extra bottle on the tippy top shelf, reach high, you don't have to lie now, go ahead and lay that lye down-
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Dysfunctional Dieting
I eat and purge my relationships like a pro bulimic. I have a unique gift of attracting the most broken of individuals, truly an extremist. / Crazy, violent, addicted, on the run, think they are moon babies banished to live on the sun, AND always saying, “Hey baby you’re my number one". AND even though I know better than to ride on the coattails of crazy, I convince myself I’m actually a someone to anyone. Like I give a **** So then what’s the fuckin' hang up?
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Thievery INC.
***Even though we're not of the same womb, we share the same fleshy coat covering our bare and brittle tomb. / I will never sigh a moment of disappointment again after you picked from my pocket, my deep throated eight-balls deep right corner socket, the envious green bank locket. / Eight months and some silver change went by without so much as an apology, my effigy standing momentarily proud, my everlasting quieted eulogy seeking nothing more than a loud creaking to my bleating apathy.
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THIS ENERGY, THIS MESSY KINDA ANGLE
I have all this chaotic energy seething through my body with last nights creations and today's destroyers. It's so intense I don't even know where to direct it most of the time so I swallow that salty oyster. / It dances heavily on my squishy innards, with high heel slippers, they even had heels for beginners. / My guts churn and reluctantly become tangled. Holes and tears for this glitter girl perfectly mangled.
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